Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.